part ONE

It was the swimsuit that did it. Yes, when you get right down to it, everything that happened between me and my daughter Lisa that summer started with the damned swimsuit.

It was early June. I was in the livelihood room watching television when Lisa walked in. She had just turned 18 that natural spring, and there was no denying it any longer - Lisa was becoming a cleaning woman. Fortunately she had inherited her female parent 's looks ; dense pitch-dark hair that cascaded around her shoulders, an angelic face with wide, darkness eyes and pouting brim. She was slim but fleshy, with the last remnants of her child fat filling out her hips and giving her the Saame rounded, sensuous body that her female parent had had, when her mother had still been around.

Lisa 's mother was one of the sweetest gals I 'd ever known. It 's what made me come down in lovemaking with her, and that was really what broke us up in the end. June was beautiful and she could never say no to anyone, which is why I came home one day from study to bump her in bed, her utter full of the UPS deliveryman 's cock. Luckily Lisa was at school that day, and by the meter she came household, June and the UPS guy were gone. Lisa stayed with me, which is what all of us wanted, even June ( although she 'd never admit it ), and together the two of us built up a pretty prissy sprightliness for ourselves.

Lisa was old enough to select on responsibility for the household chores, she went to it readily enough. Unlike to the highest degree girls, Lisa did n't appear to take care doing her contribution of preparation or cleaning. In fact, she took on those responsibility with such youthful enthusiasm that I felt rather pampered. I think she enjoyed being the woman of the theater, and to assure you the truth, so did I. Her mother had never liked doing these job, and you could order ; the house was always a footling tousled no matter how much she claimed to sour at it. With Lisa taking over, the sign of the zodiac was always speckless when I came home at dark. It was a good feeling, coming through the doorway and seeing a pretty, smiling face greeting me with a hug and a kiss. It made me care sometimes that Lisa would never take in to grow up, that she would stay as she was and take care of me forever.

But lady friend always do grow up, and Lisa was no exclusion. But I had n't realized just how much she 'd grown up until that day she came into the living elbow room, wearing her new swimsuit.

'' How do you like it, Daddy ? '' she chirped brightly, doing a little spin in front of me. The minute I laid eye on her, I was riveted. She was wearing a tweed one-piece, strapless, cut high on the hip. The thin, clinging cloth stretched tight over her body, proudly displaying her plump beat breasts, their half-scoops peeking up over the border of the suit, molding against her hips, and showing me a secure component part of her slim, young ramification. As she spun I caught a puff of air of her perfume, a wakeful flowery odour that was almost as intoxicating as the very sight of her.

I must possess gasped or made a noise, because Lisa smiled and blushed a little bit. `` Is it too much ? '' she asked tentatively.

I tore my gaze away from Lisa 's voluptuous trunk and forced a thin smile to my lips. `` Well ... it 's very nice, '' I managed, `` you look very pretty in it. ``

Lisa beamed, and turned again, giving me a close-up opinion of her perfectly flesh out ass. The swimsuit rode up her derriere, and I could see most of her creamy, picket tooshie, as well as the crack of her ass. I was wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, and I could feel my cock rigidifying at the batch of her, daughter or not.

'' I just hope you are n't going to let any of your boyfriends see you in that, '' I said in a dry throat.

'' Oh Dad, I do n't have any boyfriends, '' she said. With that, she bounced off to the back porch door. `` Sherry and Ruth are over, '' she called out. `` I 'm going swimming with them, sanction ? ``

'' OK, '' I called out to her, unable to resist turning in my president to trip up one last glimpse of her beautiful teenaged ass bobbling as she trotted outside.

My cock was harder than ever as I sat there, unable to keep the images of Lisa out of my school principal. She was my girl, for Jesus Christ 's sake ! That thought dampened my animal lustfulness for a instant, but before farsighted I began to visualize my beautiful daughter frolicking in the pool with her ally, her swimsuit wet and slickness ...

'' urine, '' I whispered to myself. `` pee. I 'm hungry. '' I got up and strode over to the kitchen, telling myself I was n't doing anything wrong. I was just getting a glass of ice water, and if the refrigerator was in good order in social movement of the big picture window facing the swimming kitty, well, that was just a coincidence.

I got my water and stood for a while, looking out at the backyard where my daughter and her booster were playing. The three of them were wearing their swim courting and splashing around in the kitty. Sherry and Ruth were attractive enough, blonde and brunet respectively, but they were no lucifer for my Lisa. Lisa outshone them all, and as I watched her jumping off the diving board and getting out of the pool, adjusting her causa as she did, I felt myself harden again. This clock time I took my stopcock out of my short and began stroking. As I did so, I finally allowed myself to retrieve the wickedness thinking that I 'd been repressing. thought process of Lisa, and of myself, doing things to her.

I imagined myself out there with her, straddling her as she lay face-down on a mantle, rubbing suntan oil onto her bare back. I pictured my enjoy hands gliding gently down, to her lower back, massaging her young anatomy, and moving still lower berth, to her gorgeous ass, as she moaned with pleasure and brought her rise end up to greet me. I kissed her ass cheeks as I pulled her suit off, and spread her second joint apart, revealing her moist cunt to me. I took my cock in my hand and slue it into her, gradually, slowly, savoring every exquisite bit. And then, when the agony grew irresistible, I rammed my cock household, into my daughter 's sweet, willing cunt ...

With a hoarse cry, I came all over the kitchen counter, the semen spurting boneheaded streams onto the grey formica countertop. I pumped my cock dry, imagining myself coming into Lisa 's stringent pussy instead.

When I 'd finished, I looked up to see Lisa looking at me. For an agonizing moment I thought perhaps she 'd seen what I had done. Then I realized that the window was too senior high to allow her to see anything. Lisa smiled and waved at me. Sighing with rilievo, I raised my hand ( the one that was n't covered with come ) and returned her wave.

As usual after stroking myself off, I immediately felt hangdog about what I 'd done ... or rather, what I 'd been thinking of doing. Lisa was not only my daughter, she was also the sweetest, gentle young woman I 'd ever known. The thought of defiling her like that, of depriving her of the chance to grow up like a convention immature cleaning woman merely to satisfy his demoralise desires, made me shudder.

And still ... the thoughts, once planted, took root, and there was zip I could do about it. On this day I had begun looking at Lisa in a dissimilar way, and I could see no way to change that. All I could do was to try and act normally, and hope that these aberrant feelings would fade with time.

***

The succeeding day, I went to travel to with my next-door neighbor, Harry. Harry 's daughter, Jane, was in Lisa 's course of instruction, and I 'd met Harry during one of those spread mansion nights at the daughter'schoolhouse. We 'd become fairly near Friend over the years, borrowing each other 's tools when we needed, babysitting for each other, that sort of thing. Harry was also a I parent, his wife having left him years ago, so we had a common bond.

I spent the better component of the afternoon in Harry 's kitchen, shooting the breeze and knocking back a few beers. After a while, the conversation turned to the subject of our children.

'' That Lisa 's turning into a fine young woman, '' Harry said, his voice a little slur with the beer we 'd been drinking. `` She 's a pretty short affair, is n't she ? ``

'' That she is, '' I said, not exactly stone cold sober myself. `` Seems like it was just yesterday she was a toddler bouncing on my human knee. Now she 's all grown up. ``

Then Harry looked me in the eye and said something that turned my blood cold.

'' Have you enjoyed her yet ? ``

'' What ? ``

'' You know what I mean, laborer. ``

'' Are you asking me if I 've ... touched Lisa ? ``

Harry laughed, snorting. `` Yeah, I guess that is what I 'm driving at. bastard Jack, your daughter 's a ticket looking slight piece of music, don'cha think ? She 's even prettier than my own miss. Do n't tell me you have n't thought about - ``

'' Harry, '' I said quietly, `` You 're my commodity Quaker, and I know you 've been drinking, but you 'd improve shut the nether region up real quick here before I let you have it. ``

Harry just grinned. `` You got ta get yours trained, like mine. You know how they are at this age. They start gettin'hot pants, runnin'around townsfolk with every Tom, Dick and Hairy hawkshaw, if you know what I mean. Got ta keep 'em down on the farm, you know ? ``

good booster or not, Harry 's drunken ranting was pissing me off. If anyone else had said what he 'd just said, I 'd have knocked his teeth onto the floor. In fact, if he 'd gone on for another minute, I probably would possess done just that. But Harry lifted his head and called out, `` Jane ! Get in here right now ! ``

Jane walked into the kitchen. She was a precious blonde young woman wearing a silk blouse and a wispy skirt that blew up around her legs, showing off her slim, nyloned second joint and calf. When she saw me she smiled shyly, then turned her attention to her Fatherhood. `` What is it, Dad ? '' she asked amiably, but with a touch of jumpiness in her voice. No doubt she knew he 'd been drinking. `` I was just about to go to the movies with Sher - ``

'' cum here, '' Harry commanded, and his girl went around the table to him. Harry looked at me with a devilish twinkle in his eye. `` Now this one, '' he said, `` I 've trained, and trained well. ``

With that, he slipped a hand up his daughter 's skirt and began roughly fondling her ass. He hiked her wench up around her hips, and I could see his fingers kneading her posterior, which was covered by a lacy pair of red panties.

'' tone at this, '' Harry remarked, his hands all over his little little girl 's ass, `` she 's got cocotte 's panties on. '' Then, to Jane, he said, `` You 're going out so you can be a woman of the street for your boyfriends, is that it ? ``

Jane shook her head. She was afraid, but there was something about what they were doing that felt intimate, as if it was a veritable ritual of their household.

Still rubbing Jane 's ass, Harry said, `` Because you know who your short purulent belongs to, right ? ``

Jane nodded.

'' Then tell me, '' Harry said, `` I want my champion Jack here to know, too. ``

Jane looked at me briefly, and whispered quaveringly, `` My kitty-cat belongs to you, dad. ``

'' That 's a good girl, '' Harry said gently, and turned Jane so that she sat on his lap. `` See what I mean, Jack ? '' he asked, grinning.

'' Yeah, '' I said hoarsely. My shaft was throbbing in my pants as I watched this perverted turn going on. In all my days of knowing Harry, I 'd never suspected that he was up to something like this. I was shocked ... but more than that, I was aroused, unbelievably so, by what my friend was doing to his own daughter.

Harry now had his hands up Jane 's blouse, and was fondling her budding tits. `` They 're still a to have real fun with, '' he remarked casually, `` but they 'll raise. ``

Now he plunged a hired hand down the nominal head of Jane 's wench, and began stroking her pussy. Jane closed her eyes and began moaning softly as her Father rocked her dorsum and forth on his lap.

'' Um, I think I should go, '' I muttered, getting up. Harry waved me back down.

'' Do n't leave yet, '' he said. `` The fun 's just starting. You want a while of this, do n't you ? ``

I looked at Jane, leaning back against her begetter, whose hands were on her tit and snatch. Her wavy blonde hair spread out against Harry 's chest, and she looked so tempting like that, totally helpless.

My prick was raging. I 'd only had a pair of women since June and I split up, and I 'd almost forgotten what a fair sex 's bitch looked like.

Harry only had to see the look in my eye, and grinned his devilish grin again as he lifted Jane off of his lap and ordered her to her feet.

'' Like the girlfriend said, her pussy belongs to daddy, '' Harry said, `` but you can have the other end if you like. '' He looked down at Jane, who was looking up at her father with half-lidded heart that were filled with a singular mixture of apprehensiveness and desire. `` Would you like to contribute Uncle doodly-squat here some lovin'? '' he asked.

Jane looked at me and nodded. `` Would you like me to ? '' she asked timidly.

My head nodded itself. At that point in time I felt totally disconnected, out of control. The blood pounded in my head and in my peter, and neither knew what it was doing, but knew only what it wanted.

Jane leaned over my lap as I sat in the kitchen chair, and unzipped me. My cock nearly struck her as it leaped out of its confines and stood at replete aid, its principal nearly purple.

Meanwhile, Harry stood behind his daughter and lifted her dame up. I could see her stripped ass peeking out from her doll, and my pecker hardened a bit more. Then I felt Jane 's sass advert my tool. She kissed my throbbing hardon all over, from head to shaft, little wet Angel Falls kisses that nearly had me creaming all over her nerve. Jane seemed to have it off when to stop, however, and she pulled back just before the all important second. Smiling up at me, she parted her lips and went down on my cock, taking the rigid meat into her easygoing, warm mouth.

I groaned as I felt my dick sliding between her lips, her jolty tongue running over the medium anatomy. Behind her, Harry had his own pecker out and was rubbing it between Jane 's ass cheeks.

I stroked Jane 's moderately golden fuzz as she dutifully sucked my cock. I imagined Lisa 's look there in billet of Jane 's, and that enflamed my passionateness further. Grabbing handle of Jane 's brain, I pushed her roughly down on my asshole. She gagged a minuscule as my cockhead hit the backbone of her pharynx, but her father had taught her well, and was evidently no gentler than I was, for she accepted my poisonous thrusting with ease.

I saw Harry looking down at this with undiluted pleasure. No dubiety it gave him joy to see his champion using his daughter as trashily as he himself did. It gave him pleasance to see his girl acting the whore. Harry was pumping his pecker in and out of Jane 's pussy now, squeezing her ass cheeks as he rammed dwelling house again and again. Jane 's whimper of pleasure were muffled by my fat cock.

Once again I imagined my own sugariness daughter 's mouth loving my dickhead, and this time the paradigm drove me over the edge. With a guttural cry I shot my load into Jane 's oral cavity, pulling out only to pump more than of my ointment onto the slight girl 's nerve. All the while, I pictured Lisa 's face as I covered it with my spunk, and her sainted smile as she licked it off of my cock.

Harry brought himself off a minute of arc later, his prick spasming as he sprayed his daughter 's ass with his jism. Jane went on her articulatio genus in forepart of us as we stood and wiped our dicks off on the country of her facial expression that were n't covered with my semen. Then she sucked us off once more each, to clean us off. Harry patted Jane on the straits. `` That 's a secure girl, '' he cooed. `` Now go on and get yourself cleaned up. It 's almost supper time. ``

Jane nodded. `` Yes, pappa, '' she said. She looked at me once again. `` Did you savor me ? '' she asked, a shy grinning on her come-streaked lips.

'' Yes, God facilitate me, I did, '' I replied, and Harry broke out laughing.

component part TWO

That night, Lisa and I decided to stick rest home and follow a movie. She wanted to watch Indiana Robert Tyre Jones and the Last campaign for about the zillionth time, and I was still so zonked and satisfied by that afternoon 's encounter that I was in no attitude to deny her.

When she joined me on the lounge, I was gratified to see that Lisa had decided to wear something to a greater extent reserved than the swimsuit she had worn the day before, just a flannel nightgown that went to her knee joint. I was feeling shamed enough for having masturbated while watching her, and I felt that the best thing to do would be to put those nasty intellection as far from the front of my mind as possible.

Still, as we watched Indiana John Paul Jones survive one deadly threat after another, I could n't help but steal glimpse of my daughter 's cover girl peg. I saw a reduce Au bobbysocks around one slim ankle joint, and my nub skipped a beat. Somehow just looking at Lisa 's legs was turning out to be a more erotic experience than seeing her nearly naked had been the day before.

Lisa, for her part, was oblivious to the vitiate impulse of her old beginner. She snuggled up against me towards the end of the movie, when sopor began to overtake her. I felt her warmth and smelled her Sweet essence, and had to hold a pillow over my lap to hide the growing erecting that threatened to poke out from my pajama bottom.

By the fourth dimension the end credits ran, I heard easygoing, regular breathing next to me. I looked over, and saw that Lisa had fallen deeply asleep.

I shifted over, intending to get up and let Lisa slide down onto the lounge, but as I did so her capitulum slid down the length of my eubstance and ended up in the vicinity of my left hip. I froze. Lisa 's typeface was just inches from my crotch.

I do n't know why I did what I did then, it was such a reckless matter to do. But I sat back down on the couch, at an angle so that Lisa 's headland rested on my hip, and let my cock spring out from my pajamas. Her sleeping look was now so close to my naked cock that her brim nearly touched the shaft.

I began slowly stroking my cock then, my innocent paw reaching down to stroke Lisa 's hair's-breadth as gently as I could. The sight of my beautiful girl 's face right up against my asshole was exciting beyond belief. It was more than I would ever have dared to do, except that my encounter earlier that day with Harry and his girl had emboldened me. If Jane could be trained to go for her Church Father 's shaft, perhaps Lisa ... ?

But for now, I was contented to merely jerk myself off with my sleeping daughter 's head in my lap. Her face looked so innocuous, so pure, that the temptation was large to just dump my cockmeat into her mouth and curse the moment. The moment, however, were too heavy to risk anything so foolishly bluff. I loved Lisa more than anything else in my world, and I would do nothing to have that away.

At least, not unless I thought I could get away with it.

Lisa shifted a trivial, but otherwise remained quick asleep. Meanwhile, I pumped my hammer with increasing ferocity, imagining that flesh thrust in and out of my missy 's oral cavity, her virgin kitty-cat. Finally, I could stand no more. I let out a niggling groan as I came, my semen bubbling up like urine from a hosiery, large drops of it landing on Lisa 's cheeks and lips. As I pumped the jism from my cock, I worried suddenly that Lisa might choose that time to wake up, and find her father 's come all over her face.

I quickly smudged the semen with my thumb, wiping off what I could and smearing the rest so that it blended into her shine skin. There was one thick gobbet of cum on her puffy lower lip, and that I pushed into her rima oris. She made a little nerve as she reflexively swallowed it, and I felt a warm kick of pure depraved joy as I realized that, if nix else, my girl had gotten her first sense of taste of cum from me.

With deliberate hurriedness, I put my penis away and stood up without wakening my daughter. I lifted her up from the couch and carried her to her bedchamber. She stirred a trivial as I lay her down on her bed. She put her blazonry around me and kissed me on the cheek. `` G'night, Daddy, '' she said blearily, and fell asleep again.

'' Goodnight, honey, '' I replied, and kissed her back, on the rim. I stood to leave, thinking myself sated for the day, if not for the rest of the calendar month, but as I did so I looked at Lisa once more.

If not for my raging, unconsummated lust, I would never deliver believed it, but my shaft began to rise hard again as I looked at my sleeping girl. Her flannel nightie had hiked up around her shank when I laid her down, and now I could see her Theodore Harold White cotton wool panty, and her beautiful legs that were spread as if beckoning me to their benighted center.

Unable to stop myself, I reached down and ran a finger along her interior thigh, and into her crotch. make to pull back if she so much as stirred, I slipped my paw underneath the thin fabric of her panties and felt her pussy, the subdued downy fuzz barely covering her sass. My other hand went to her breast, and kneaded the firm, yielding flesh beneath the flannel of her nightgown.

My cock was rock-hard once again as I molested my niggling fille while she lay sleeping in her bed. function of me told myself to get the hell out of there before she woke up, but the stronger part of me resisted. So I stood there, rubbing her pussy and tits, while my daughter lay dreaming what were no doubt titillating dreams.

With my rooster poking out of my pyjama once again, I pulled Lisa 's pantie down, slowly, carefully, and off until they dangled from one articulatio talocruralis. Then, once again with exquisite care, I spread my girl 's second joint until I could see the pink flesh of her vagina opening before me like a flower. I leaned down and touched her cunt with my tongue, savoring the salt tasting. Until now, I had only fondled her, as any horny father might do with his unsuspecting daughter. But now I was crossing a line, and I could never move around back. Nor did I want to.

I looked up. Lisa was still truehearted asleep. I 'd known she was a trench crosstie ; some mornings the alarm system did n't wake her, and I had to stimulate her roughly by the articulatio humeri before she 'd excite. With a new confidence, I lowered myself to her sweet snatch once again and this time licked it, burying my face in her musky aroma. My tasty little miss, I thought, and parted her pussy mouth with my tongue.

I did this for several minutes, until finally I 'd had enough, and wanted something dissimilar. I looked around and found a small bottle of hand application on her bedside table. I put some application on my cock, which was now raging again as if it had n't just emptied my glob a mere minute hence, and knelt between my girl 's out-of-doors legs.

I rubbed my peter head between her saliva-slickened pussy lips, and pushed it a little room in. It felt like Shangri-la, having my cock inside my own daughter 's cunt, even if it was only an column inch. It was enough, knowing that I was tasting the fruit of my own loins, defiling this innocent minuscule girl without her knowledge. All the warm, fatherlike feel I 'd had for her bubbled up, but now they were tinged with lust, and became something perverse ... and incredibly erotic.

I pushed my tool in a little bit more, and had to fight to control the itch to ram it all the way in, to wake my short little girl up by the act of deflowering her. Instead I thrust in and out by column inch, enjoying what picayune I could of her sweet, luscious physical body. I stifled my hallucinating moans with my fist as I neared another orgasm.

Then I felt Lisa stir beneath me. Shock ran up my spinal column, and I froze. Lisa turned her headspring from English to side, as if caught in the midst of a strange and terrible dreaming, and then opened her eyes slightly.

'' D ... papa ? '' she mumbled, log Z's fogging her voice. `` Whatcha doin', Dad ? ``

My terrified brainpower scrambled for words. Here I was, kneeling between my daughter 's legs with my dick quivering inside her pussy, and I was supposed to explicate myself ? `` Um ... D-Daddy was just m-making trusted you were okay, '' I stammered, blushing furiously. What the fuck did I just say ? I had no idea. I just hoped it would make mother wit to my daughter 's half-asleep mind.

'' Daddy, are you fucking me ? '' my little young woman asked in a modest, faraway voice.

My heart thudding, I answered shakily, `` Y-yes. ``

Lisa mumbled something unintelligible and then moaned softly. `` Mmmm ... feels practiced. ``

My cock twitched when I heard those actor's line. My heart in my throat, I ventured, `` Do you want me to keep doing it, mollycoddle ? ``

Lisa nodded. `` Yeah ... '' she moaned again, `` do n't end, Daddy. ``

With that, I pressed my cock in deeper, until I felt my girl 's maidenhead resisting any far passage. `` This might palpate uncomfortable for a second, princess, '' I whispered softly.

'' Okay, daddy, '' Lisa murmured, smiling. She spread her peg wider for me.

The idea that I was about to deflower my own daughter filled me with hot, moil rage. I thrust firmly and felt the immunity crumble as my daughter let out a surprised gasp. I slid fully into her, my hands on her waist, thrusting her pussy onto my prick. `` Oh, Dad ! '' Lisa gasped, coming Sir Thomas More awake.

I pushed harder now, my thrusting Thomas More regular, and Lisa 's moans began to rise in pitch with my own. I lay almost on top of her, her legs up around my shoulders as I fucked my daughter with all the warmth with which I had once fucked my wife.

'' You 're such a undecomposed missy, Lisa, '' I managed between groans.

'' I just want to construct you felicitous, dad, '' she replied, her legs tightening around me. ta I fucked Lisa until I felt an sexual climax quiver through her, and she cried out with ecstasy. The completion of her pleasure push back me onward, and soon I found myself ready to explode.

'' I 'm going to follow, sister, '' I gasped.

'' cum in me, dad, '' Lisa moaned. `` I want to feel your seeds inside me. ``

Anything for my girl. With a marvellous cry, I spilled my seminal fluid inscrutable inside my girl 's virgin pussycat. My muscles strained as I pulled her hard against me, my cock shoved up as far inwardly Lisa as possible without hurting her. I did n't remember I would have a good deal left for her, but as it happened, there was plenty. When I pulled out, after what seemed an eternity, creamy white off-white seeped from her wet snatch.

I pulled Lisa to me and I kissed her long and deep, like husband and wife instead of don and daughter.

***

Lisa and I fucked and sucked each other all the rest of that Night, and the altogether residue of the summer, too. She enjoyed playing the part of Daddy 's Little Whore, and I of course enjoyed it as much. When I came home from work she would greet me wearing only an forestage, and she enjoyed teasing me as she served me my meals like that, slapping away my grabbing hands and acting the demure innocent. Later, of course, she would drop such pretending and submit to her dear founder 's every lustful whim.

It was n't long before I brought Lisa over to Harry 's house, to join them in a little four-way father-daughter action mechanism. Harry and I would jerk off as we watched our little girls go at it, and then when they 'd had sufficiency fun we would step in, trading our girl back and forth all night.

One day near the end of the summer, Lisa asked to go to the movies with me.

'' surely, '' I said, `` What do you want to see ? ``

Lisa shrugged. `` I do n't screw, '' she said. `` They 're always changing the picture down at the theater I want to go to. ``

I knew instantly what she meant. She wanted to go down to the X-rated movie sign of the zodiac on the south position of township. `` Are you sure ? '' I asked. So far we 'd kept our caper in the house, or among friends. I was n't sure I wanted to take chances exposing my girl to any unsavory elements.

'' Sure, '' Lisa said brightly, lustfulness gleaming in her once-pure eyes. `` I can treat myself. And even if I ca n't, I have my warm daddy to protect me. ``

So we went down to the porn theater. Instead of rump, the dramaturgy had long rows of leatherbound couches, like the seats in the Booth at Denny 's. There were quite a few men there already when we got there, but Lisa was the only woman. Most of the horny bastard looked up with glee when Lisa, who was of course an attractive offspring woman, entered, and they started pumping their cocks with renewed vigor.

I sat down, and Lisa immediately sat down on my lap. `` I like this movie, dada, '' she said, loudly enough for everyone to hear. At once, like jackal moving in for the kill, the shadowy physical body rose from their seats, wanting to get closelipped to what was no dubiety going to be some hot action.

Lisa lifted her skirt, revealing cipher underneath but a glint snatch. She raised herself a little while I pulled my cock out of my pants, and then lowered herself down, leaning forward so that my prick could experience easier entree to her snatch. I eased into her, grunting a little as the queer angle bent my slit in new ways.

'' This feels good, Daddy, '' Lisa moaned as she went up and down on my pecker, `` but my mouth spirit lonely. ``

'' Maybe some of these man would like to help you out with that, '' I said, and immediately a group of slobbering, sex-starved men began moving toward us.

Lisa feigned surprise, although of row we had worked all this out before we 'd come here. `` Are you certainly, Daddy ? '' she asked.

'' I think so, '' I said, playing the role of the hesitant but permissive Church Father, which of line I was, although these horny bastards had no way of knowing that. If they had, they probably would have creamed themselves before they even touched my daughter. `` Remember, '' I told her sternly, `` you 're Daddy 's whore. Your kitty-cat belongs - ``

'' I know, '' Lisa said, `` my pussy belongs to Daddy. ``

Now a line of descent had formed on either incline of my daughter. She looked up at the first of them, who stepped eagerly to her, looking at me a little nervously as he did so. But I said naught as Lisa eagerly swallowed the man 's cock and began sucking in earnest. The man did n't take long to come, and soon he plastered my little girl 's mouth with his semen.

As he staggered away, another one, this one old enough to be Lisa 's grandfather, stepped up with his cock erect and ready for her attentions. She gave them willingly enough, and soon he too went away dazed and satisfied.

Meanwhile, Lisa continued pumping up and down on my cock. Despite a pang of jealousy, I was aroused as hell watching these strangers defile my girl 's mouth with their pricks. Before long, I burst inside her, my come application Lisa 's cunt paries and leaking back out onto my genital organ. I reached up to fondle her tits, and found a pair of hands there already.

Lisa was sucking off another man, who was kneading her boob with polite care. `` suction me, you whore, '' he breathed. Lisa, ever the obedient girl, complied cheerfully, and soon the man cried out, filling her mouth with another warhead of come.

As man after man stepped forward to bed Lisa 's mouth, I marveled at my girl 's appetite for hammer. I felt a funny sense of pride, too. I had taught her well.

Finally, Lisa had had her fill, and I had her get up and wipe herself off as best she could. Some of the men who 'd been at the end of the line complained, but one limelight from me silenced them. We left the dramatics, me dabbing cum off the front of my pants and Lisa with a cum-eating grin on her face. The guy behind the ticket counter stared after us in disbelief as we walked away.

Since then, our life sentence have gotten more horse barn, a little less idle. We 've moved out of the minor town where we lived, and in our new neighborhood everyone knows us as husband and wife. They know zippo of our glowering little secret.

Some the great unwashed would condemn me for what has happened between me and Lisa. They would say that what we are doing is an unnatural sin, a sexual perversion of nature. But I love Lisa with the dearest of a forefather for his daughter, and I also love her with the passion of a hubby for his wife. The way I see it, we have the best of both worlds.

THE END